Ugh. One thing that hasn’t changed in the last five weeks is how beaten I get getting from Monday to Wednesday; my dance classes see that I end up trashed by the middle of the week. We’ve basically wrapped up night club two step in my noon dance class; next week we’ll start on the hustle. Yes, the street dance from the ’70s. It’s actually pretty fun, if for no other reason than the awesome music.

Ironically, I’ve continued to do better in west coast than I have in night club. I have a new theory about that: it has something to do with the nature of the leads for each dance. In NC2S you pretty much end up leading your follow the entire time; in WCS you set up the lead in the first beat, and then you have two full beats of not actually doing much beyond following through. Those two beats give me enough time to figure out my next move in a west coast song; the lack of that downtime in night club means that I have to be darn comfortable with my moves before I can actually start stringing them together (i.e. “dancing”). That same need, to constantly lead your follow, is why it took me so long to wrap my head around the standard ballroom dances.

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I’m sure you all are thrilled about my revolutionary new theory. Ahem.

I’ve been torn apart by this upcoming weekend. Andy is throwing a halloween party the same day that the next (real actual) ballroom dance is being held. I must attend Andy’s party, because a good deal of my friends will be there—some of whom I haven’t seen in a good while. I must attend the dance, because I’ve been learning how to dance so that I can actually dance; besides, how in the world could I say “no” to dancing with attractive females?

My current, um, nuanced approach, is to try and do both—attend Andy’s party early, and attend the ballroom dance late. It’s decidedly suboptimal, but I think it’s pretty much the only way I can do both.

Admittedly, that’s not doing either of them terribly well. I’ll have to stew more over this.